Hormone High This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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They are the future
They (the sweet thieves nymphish and long
As shadows with the sun sunk foot low)
Danced and I watched them
Release their skinny arms into the
Moth muffled air, stifled with their selfish gasps
Like stalks they waved them
In the nighttime wind
Part of their waifishness
That cried "NO! no greater good"
Only the cureless angst,
The running blue,
The missing moon,
The chill out,
Unwind,
Breathe in,
Drink up
Achieved finesse
Concentrated cool
"Hey baby, I'm nothing
you could comprehend"
All that matters on this night
Is this night the world is wrapped in
Their widespread animal veil
Young lust pumping again through the
Communal vein.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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